Why would your Creative Greenius walk away from his high-paying, highly rewarding executive role at CBS EcoMedia where I was working to fund environmental, education, and wellness projects all across the USA, just as the company hit more growth milestones and was likely to pay generous bonuses?
And so it is that I resigned from my position as Director of Strategic Partnerships and Public Affairs for CBS EcoMedia effective the first of this month and I will now be devoting my full time to working on climate change response with the South Bay 350 Climate Action Group, the South Bay Bicycle Coalition and 350.org
I had no other choice once I did The Math and saw what things add up to – and how little time we have left before the global temperature goes past the Game Over limit of 2°C.
As I get ready this morning to head over to the Lutheran Church in Gardena to participate in this national day of service by helping to prepare meals for my less fortunate neighbors, I want to thank the auto industry for giving me a great laugh at their expense. I about had my Trader Joe’s coffee shoot out of my nose as I read the quotes from losers and failures who speak for this brain dead business. These clowns are freakin’ hysterical.
They were offering classic comedy takes in their ultra lame response to our tough California greenhouse gas emission laws that will now be going into effect here, and soon thereafter nationwide, once the new smart President takes office. They remind me of a condemned prisoner complaining that the noose is too “itchy.” Here pal, let me help scratch that for you…
For more than a year now in this blog I’ve been researching and reporting on climate change, energy and transportation issues and related environmental stories covering them on both a personal and a global perspective. I haven’t been breaking any hard news, I’ve just been spreading the news that doesn’t get enough attention and adding my take on top of it for the majority of my readers who don’t have the time to dig as deep as I do.
That’s what happens when you start each morning reading blog’s like Joseph Romm’s Climate Progress and following the work of Dr. James Hansen and the United Nations International Panel on Climate Change.
But during this same past year, I’ve also been attending the meetings of the South Bay Cities Green Task Force.
I’m there as one of the only independent citizens – and of course as the Creative Greenius, but I’m mostly there because I’m an aspiring policy wonk and I eat the content of these meetings up. The truth is, I’m unabashedly fascinated by and truly interested in the work they’re doing. And the work they’re doing brings California’s leading edge fight against global warming right into my neighborhood and into my home. It is, as the cliche puts it, where the rubber meets the road, and the road is the street I live on.
While the rest of America has been transfixed by the spiraling, ever-worsening economic crisis, the auto industry bailout and the Obama transition team leaks about Hillary Clinton and John McCain’s new roles in the Administration, I’ve been in Chicago engrossed in meetings with people I promised I’d never admit having met with. So lets just say I went for the blues and the BBQ.
Along with the pulled pork I enjoyed finding out that these Chicago guys are smart enough to know what’s really going on out there and sharp enough to know they’ve got to get the rest of the country up to speed before January 20th rolls around.
It’s not like they gave me any secret briefing information or anything. And it’s not like they told me what to write – not in so many words anyway. But if you’d like to help the President hit the ground running – and be able to keep up with him along the way – here’s what you need to know.
THEM RIGS IS AS SAFE AS WALL STREET ITSELF, GOSH DARN IT
Among the blatant BS that passes for talking points by pro-carbon advocates for offshore drilling like HockeyPuck Palin herself, is that drilling today employs such modern, clean, safe technology that it’s not fair to say there’s any danger of spills like the one that ruined Santa Barbara’s beaches back in the day.
But what these truth-deprived oil-hungry energy experts don’t want you to think about is accidents that modern technology doesn’t mean jack squat to. Damaging oil spills like the “accident” that happened in San Francisco Bay last year, or the one where the Captain of the Exxon Valdez crashed his tanker into the rocks up there in Russia’s next door neighbor – Alaska (and that was even before texting!)
Just last month we had another perfect example of just how safe from oil spills we all are here in the modern super-secure era we live in.
In an attempt to locate “the good old days” I went back in the Creative Greenius time machine yesterday, but I could only afford enough gas to get us to January of 2008. It seems like so long ago, doesn’t it? We all looked so much younger then… when the Botox prices were still affordable. Back in January, “the problems in Georgia” were still about Michael Vick and dog fighting; Hillary Clinton and John Edwards each still thought they’d be the next President; while John McCain was trying to decide between Polident or Fixodent. I could wax nostalgic for January all post long… but I digress.
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” — Hunter S. Thompson
Times have never been weirder here in the land of your Creative Greenius where even the 99 Cent Stores cannot buck the psychological impacts of this virtual recession being experienced by avatars everywhere. Earthquakes, fires, budget deficits and Real Estate that isn’t quite so “real” anymore and no longer feels like any kind of “estate” has harshed our mellow here in the Golden State.
It’s times like these when I invite The Man Who Knows over for a visit. I don’t really want to see him when everything is copacetic because part of what makes the good times so good is not having The Man Who Knows around telling you what you don’t want to hear.
But today’s weirdness calls for some simple truths and The Man Who Knows wasted no time in laying them on me as he lay on my couch.